One man’s private fun motto:
“I’m alive and I’m not in a dream, yet interestingly enough  --  I can’t prove either.”
 
 
 

Definitions.
Writing: Comparing one word with another.
Psychology: Comparing one unknown with another.
Being King: Telling writers & psychologists to stay-in-line and maybe they’ll
                     keep-their-heads.
                             (“It’s GOOD to be definer.”)
 
 
 

Conversation.
“The ordinary love to praise their own:
write their bios,
give them awards,
erect statues in their honor and the like:
the ordinary take every opportunity to praise their kind.”
   “I was waiting on a deflating punch line.”
“Like: ‘Hey --  they’d be nuts not to!’?”
    “Yeah, like that.”
“Often is noting the rationally obvious taken as smartassism.
(You expect maybe dogs are gonna defend and promote fleas?”)
 
 
 

When the subject of teaching & criticism arose, one man gave this view:
“Those who can, cook  --  and those who can’t, throw up.”
      “Pa pa: is that why so many men…”     “Yes son: wear two tone shoes.”
 
 
 

A reader writes:
“I have a two part question, first:
If people did not take life so seriously, would stuff like you do still exist? --
and secondly: If the stuff you do was really serious, could it continue to exist?
Thanks, Sincerely,” etc.
 
 
 

Those with pea brains have introduced legislation
to change the official size of such items as cantaloupes and watermelons.
In one land, worms’ self esteem rose dramatically
when reports of birds’ flying ability were brought into question.
   “Yes, I may still be most of a dunderhead, but my foes have improved no better.”
All of this above story took place within one man’s mind.
   “How many times am I going to make it necessary for you to remind me of that!”
(Now where did THAT come from?!
   “Real cute!   You’re just puttin’ me on now.”)
On one world, a more conscious man is defined as one able to put his SELF on.
(“Hey --  no one knows how to justifiably stick-it-to-me like I do!”)

At that game in the city between those dressed as hormones
and those suited up like neurons, an announcement just came over the p.a.: “Remember: a hobby’s no longer just entertainment once it becomes a team sport.”

At the local level:
the distinction between the objective and subjective
is the same as between an incoming wave and a dry spot on the beach.
Living in the city assures that you are constantly overcome:
that’s what being civilized and normal is.
(Nobody likes to see a cow in competition swimming.
   “Stay home!  --  the torpid don’t need to roam!”)
Funny thing about residency:
hormones can’t help but be at home (AND objective, it might be noted),
whereas neurons never do feel for certain they’re where they belong
(which is what gives rise to subjectivity: normal men’s normal state of mind).
Fact: Never take a sow to the pool, nor a fresh idea to a city man’s house.
And a reader writes: “On some days, your news stories are merely confusing.”

A collection of men has a particular electrical, intellectual voltage
which may or may not be suitable for powering an individual member’s mind.
Herds run themselves  --  no one, the-man-who-knows.
   (“Yeah, but that’s easy: he ain’t goin’ nowhere!”
You forgot to add: imaginary.
    “Yeah  --   right.”)
 
 
 

Concerning Conveyance Of A Certain Type.
One day one part of one man’s mind pondered this question:

One day, one boy in the back of the garage mused:
“If you stretched a limousine so long  that when it made a sharp turn
it would meet its own rear end  --  who would want to ride?”

One day a new man in town got a job in a mirror factory,
but on the way to work his first day, a stranger whizzed by him so fast in a long limo that it stole all his consciousness and made him unfit for his duties.
(On one planet: the way you spot a man-who-knows is you go down to the water hole, and if he ain’t loungin’ about there, sayin’ nuthin’  --  it may be him.)
 
 
 

Men’s Mental Perceptions Ala An Unstable Klein Bottle.
First man says: “When I use a shampoo  --  I get dandruff,”
and the next chap says: “Shortly after I understand something  --
it ceases to be interesting.”
Humans used to eat fish  --  until they realized how dumb they were  --
to so easily be caught  --   and feared it might rub off on them.
(“Boy!  --  talk about your pot calling the cops on the kettle!”)
 
 
 

Cliches, plagiarism and all other forms of collective mental activity
are close enough to real thinking that most people take them as such.
    To be part of the herd  --  you gotta be able to swallow what the herd does.
        When the nervous system rebel goes to the fair
        he not only knocks over the milk bottles, and shoots the metal duckies,
        but slays those who run the games as well.
Hucksters only annoy those who don’t understand them  --
those who don’t understand that the huckster IS the thoughts which life
normally feeds your mind.
Adam’s first son made the mistake of declaring that he was as smart as life,
(thinking that was something worthy of brag.
Some say the shame of this is why the old man never came back to The Garden [though others hold he suspected a return would allow the Snake to
take back his tongue.])
    The reason that myths and parking lots are so compatible
    is due to the damage backing up causes in either location.
 
 
 

One man decided that each and every day he would intentionally make at least one really stupid and embarrassing blunder just to remind himself of
his own fallible humanity.  (Truth is: it wasn’t necessary.)